Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality

Ye Tian's red race car sped past everyone with almost no trace, leaving the other racers far behind— it seemed as if even catching a whiff of his exhaust was a luxury.

Seeing this scene, the biggest reaction didn't come from the professional racers on the track, but from the spectators in the viewing area.

"Did my eyes deceive me? The car that just zoomed past looked like number thirty-three?"

"Referee, I want to report number thirty-three's car— there's definitely something wrong with it. Did you upgrade his engine?"

In the stands, countless people waved their betting slips, pointing at the screen and cursing loudly.

On the third-floor VIP box, Yan Feifei's face was ashen, holding a cup of hot tea, but she had no intention to take even a sip.

These people were too much!

Before the race started, they mocked Lin Beichen.

Now that the race had begun, Lin Beichen managed to navigate the hairpin turns with his own skills!

This was a result of his hard-earned strength, yet these gamblers won't acknowledge it?

Is this what nobility is?

She had thought these people, well-dressed and chatting cheerfully, were noble and accountable individuals.

However, after truly immersing herself among them, Yan Feifei realized they were nothing but a bunch of rogues wrapped in fancy skins!

When pleased, they'd pretentiously act noble, but once actually embarrassed, they lost their composure.

Just as she was contemplating this, a cold laugh suddenly echoed above her.

"A loss is a loss. No matter how many excuses you make, it won't change that."

"Who's speaking?"

The rebuttal from the third floor was exceptionally loud, almost drowning out all other sounds.

As those words were spoken, it felt like a bomb had been thrown into a powder keg.

Everyone looked up at the third floor, their eyes filled with violent intent.

"Strength? What strength does number thirty-three have? He's just a clown who got into the race through connections. Asking me to believe someone like that has strength, you might as well poke my eyes out!"

One man shouted angrily, quickly receiving a chorus of support.

"What strength? It's just a specially modified car with an upgraded engine! Give that car to someone else, and they'd get even better results!"

As soon as this voice fell, everyone nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Yan Feifei was also sitting on the third floor. Looking up from her angle, she immediately saw a familiar face.

Bai Yunfei.

Bai Yunfei was sitting in the top-level VIP box, watching the performance on the screen while responding to each remark.

"If connections alone could get you into the race, then which of you has the courage to participate? I'd lend you my connections, and let's see if you have the ability to compete!"

Although Bai Yunfei's voice wasn't loud, it was transmitted below through a microphone.

Everyone looked at one another, then turned to the person who had spoken earlier.

The man, also dressed in a racing suit, appeared flustered when he noticed all eyes on him.

"I... why should I participate? These are top drivers from Europe, there's no way I'd win against them!"

As he finished speaking, the crowd around him showed expressions of disappointment.

Others might hesitate, but not Bai Yunfei.

He sneered, staring at the speaker.

"What's wrong? Just now, you said connections would get you in. Now that I'm offering you connections, you don't dare to participate?

Don't tell me you lack the courage even to compete with European drivers?"

He said, laughing heartily.

The man turned pale, his lips moved, but he couldn't find words to retort.

If you don't even have the courage to compete, how do you have the right to talk about Lin Beichen?

Seeing this, others couldn't help but change their expressions.

The VIP on the third floor seemed to make some sense.

"Someone mentioned just now that I gave Lin Beichen a car with an upgraded engine?"

Bai Yunfei's voice rose again, gazing at the crowd with a murderous gleam in his eyes.

While these people wanted to escape responsibility, he had no intention of letting it go.

That's right!

He, Bai Yunfei, would repay any slight, and did things flamboyantly.

Anyone daring to ridicule Lin Beichen was slapping his face.

As a member of one of the eight major commercial families, he had always been the one to bully others, never allowing anyone to step on his head.

Bai Yunfei clapped his hands, and a servant stepped forward.

The servant held two bottles of Bordeaux Manor red wine.

The wine was of a classic vintage, rich in flavor, and highly sought after even in the collector's market.

But Bai Yunfei held the bottle, eyes gleaming coldly, and threw it forcefully into the air.

The bottle flew through the night, smashing on someone's head.

With a sudden cry, the victim fell heavily to the ground, his head mixing with blood and red wine, looking extremely gruesome.

"Are you blind, or just brainless? These European cars already have the world's top engines; how the hell could I upgrade them? Should I have installed a helicopter engine?"

The person hit was sprawled on the ground, not daring to argue.

Their mockery of Lin Beichen had been mere emotional outbursts, with no thought behind them.

Normally, they spoke freely, never anticipating real-world consequences.

Yan Feifei watched silently from below, feeling immensely gratified.

"Miss, shall I get you a fresh cup of tea?"

Just as she was relishing the moment, the voice of the little maid sounded in her ear.

Yan Feifei was slightly taken aback, looking up at the maid, only to find that the usual disdain in their expressions was now replaced with a more agreeable look.

She was somewhat puzzled.

These two had looked down on her from the start.

Yan Feifei wasn't a fool. Making it into Imperial Capital Normal University already marked her as a top student among ordinary folks.